The Incorrect Ritual (Muscle and Penis Size Theft)

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Chapter 8 Handguns, handcuffs, and the Sheriff oh my…

As I drove to the other side of the small little city of Watertown, I kept trying to figure out what Jeff meant by the fact that he was bigger now. I had just seen Jeff that morning and while he might have been going to the gym, he and his 5’6 little frame was certainly no match for Rogers 6’2 stature.

I pulled into the police station and there was only one police car in the parking lot. The other two cars must have been on patrol or they were out to lunch, obviously I couldn’t be sure.

As I walked into the County Sheriffs office there wasn’t a soul in the building and other than a phone ringing in the background there wasn’t even a noise.

“Hello, is there someone here? Hello!”

From behind me a hand patted me on the shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin. It turned out to be a cop probably no more than late 20s early 30s. He was dressed from head to toe in a police uniform. As he walked around me, I couldn’t help but notice how hot he was, his ass barely contained by his khaki colored polyester uniform pants, his biceps on the verge of ripping through the short sleeves of his standard issue police shirt. Had he been born 2000 years ago he would have been the perfect Roman soldier with his square jaw and his flawless skin.

“Wolf” the term slipped out before I could help it and he looked back at me like he had heard me bark at him.

As he turned back around and started to walk behind the desk, I got a glimpse of his bulge. It looked like he was smuggling a grape fruit in his pants. “Fuck, you could arrest me any time,” I said to myself

“What can I do for you son?”

I looked at him again making sure that I had judged his age right. No, I had seen it right he was maybe 8 to 10 years older than me.

“I am here to pick up my friends Jeff and Roger,” I answered.

“Oh yeah? Are you the mysterious Zach, I keep hearing about?”

“Yeah I am Zach,” I said confused why he would know anything about me.

“So you’re the one that your friends, keep going on about.’ He stared at me up and down frowning at me as he looked up into my eyes.
“What” I asked

Nothing kid, I just expected some jock like god the way they were talking about you. I was not expecting some skinny dweb. You must have the cock of an elephant the way they seem to idolize you. I mean seriously every time I ask them a question, they say that I will have to ask you. I have threatened them with jail time, and with reporting their behavior to the conduct office over at St. Bart, and they still say that you speak for them and that you make the rules. I told that Hispanic one that I was going to arrest you and he was furious. So what do you have over them?”

Thousands of possible excuses were running through my head.

“Is there any way that I could see my friends for just a minute?”

“Hell no, I don’t want you to collude. The last thing I need is some sort of far-fetched story. To be perfectly honest, I am completely sick and tired of you fucking young punks thinking you own this town. In my day we had respect for each other we didn’t treat each other like punching bag. When I was in college at St. Bart’s it would have been unheard of to see two fraternity brothers beat each other up.”

As attractive as he was his attempt to seem older than what he actually is, was lame at best.

“Please Deputy umm,” stepping closer to him to look at his name tag “Paulic.” I wondered if he was related to Dr. John Paulic the President of St. Bart’s College. I started to go toward the back hallway where I assumed he was keeping my friends.

“Step back,” he ordered, as he came around the desk to block me from entering the back hallway.

“Dude you are really wound up tight, I mean all I am doing is trying to get back there to talk to my friends.” As I spoke I reached out to remove the hand blocking me off my chest.

Seconds after touching his massive arms, I found myself slammed against the wall.

“Listen dickhead, you never touch a law enforcement officer, do you understand me?”

“Yes sir,” I said as he pined my face to the wall with one of his tree trunk sized arms.

“Your bitch ass is under arrest,” He said as he crouched down patting my shoes. He slowly and deliberately started moving upward on my shins, then my knees, eventually sliding over my thigh.


“You can’t arrest me for moving your hand off my chest.”

“You assaulted an officer, I can and I am arresting you.” I was seething, I had heard the Watertown police were corrupt but this was fucking ridiculous.

As the deputy continued to search for weapons, I started to get a little suspicious about his frisking me. His hands were traveling up my inner thigh, lightly brushing the most sensitive part of my lower crotch area. He was lightly touching that part of the skin along the inside of the thigh that gets your whole body tingling. This pat down was quickly turning into foreplay and while he was a hot mother-fucking cop he was a hot mother fucking douche bag at the same time.

“Now let’s see what kind of cock you have that has those two boys so willing to do anything you say,“ the Deputy said as he grabbed my junk, there was no doubt that this cop was one handsie dude with a god complex.

“Um there is no gun there fella,” I protested.

“Yeah no gun and not much of anything else there either,” the deputy laughed at his own dig on me. As he laughed he started squeezing my balls so hard they felt like they were going to burst.

“Fuck you, you fucking pervert” I shot back as I tried to push him away from my crotch.

The next thing I knew I was on my back and in handcuffs.

“I guess you will be seeing your pals after all,” the Deputy stated as he marched me down the back hall way and into a room that had three separate lockups. As we rounded the corner, Roger and Jeff came into view; each was in a separate pen, likely because the deputy didn’t want them fighting again.

As we came up to the cage, Roger got up off the bed that he had been laying on, or at least, I thought it was Roger. As he stood up, I got the first look at what Jeff had meant on the phone. Roger former 6’2 muscle bound giant was not such a muscle bound giant any more. In fact it would not be fair to call him any kind of giant. Roger was now standing at Jeff’s old height of 5’6 and where there had been a chest the size of a barrel there was nothing, but a flat board.

I looked across the hall as Jeff swung his massive legs off the bed and began to walk over toward the jail cell door.

“Holy shit,” I whispered under my breath.

“Yeah he is one fine piece of ass isn’t he,” the Deputy whispered in my ear. His slimy tongue came dangerously close to assaulting my ear. It was clear that the Deputy thought that I was saying “Holy Shit” because of the sheer size and strength that was Jeff. Somehow Jeff looked even more impressive than Rob had. The new and improved Jeff smiled at me, as I looked him over.

Less than 24 hours ago, the giant pecs, the eight pack abs, and the towering legs attached to a bubble butt hard enough to break diamonds had belonged to Roger and now they were all Jeff’s.

I wasn’t sure how, but I was pretty certain that somehow this switch or transformation or whatever label you want to give it was somehow my fault. Something, I said must have triggered this complete transition of muscularity and height, there was no other logical explanation. It was weird how in less than a day, I was already thinking of my gift as a logical explanation.

When we got to the third cell, the Deputy removed my handcuffs and then literally l kicked me from behind, I stumbled forward landing into the holding cell.

“Listen up pukes, you guys can rot away in jail for all I care. Not a one of you is getting out here until; I hear why you two were beating up on each other”.

The Sheriff turned back around speaking directly to me. “You son will sit in here until I can get the Sheriff to book you for assault. You are going to learn that you can’t take a swing on an officer, and by the way I am also charging you for trying to grope my cock you fucking pervert.”

“What the fuck are you talking about you fucking psycho, you are the one that grabbed my dick.”

“I am not gay no one will ever believe that, plus no one ever believes a jail bird.”

“Listen you fucking closet case,” I started to protest.

At that he punched me in the gut.

I nearly dropped to the ground in pain, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. Instead I grabbed my stomach, applying pressure to where his cannon ball size fist had landed. Not having a free hand and being too queasy to kick at him, I waited until he bent down to tell me something and then I spit in his face.

He was furious and I could tell that I had made a grave mistake.

The deputy slammed me against the bed face first, throwing the handcuffs on me once again.

As he pushed my face into the pillow and laid his body across mine, I could feel his gun jamming into my hip. Whispering into my ear he said, "so bitch you like to spit? I'm going to give you something to spit."

I started to protest demanding that he get off me, to my surprise he got up. However, it wasn't in response to my demands. Instead, he lifted me off the bed by my belt loop.

As I started being hoisted into the air, I tried to kick and turn. I figured if I make enough jerky movements he would either drop me or at least let go of my belt. As I was swinging my body left and right, I caught a glimpse of the two of us in the mirror that hung over the sink in the cell. He curled me off the bed as you might see a weightlifter hammer curling weights. He was in complete control, my flailing was doing nothing to stop him from lifting me off the bed and it was doing even less to try and free me from his grip. I wasn’t giving up though. I tried to kick backward, but he was now holding me straight out and my legs could not stretch backward as long as his arm span. He had me dangling in front of him with my back to his face. I looked at him through the mirror so that I could see what he was doing. As I looked back, I noticed that he was strong arming me straight out.

At this point, I was cussing up a storm at him, but truth be told, I was mesmerized by how strong he had to be to hold me out like that. I turned to look at him in the mirror one last time. Staring back at me was his massive bulging muscles of his right arm. Thanks to the work out my thrashing was putting him through he seemed to be getting an amazing pump. Under my weight his veins were popping out through the skin and his muscle peak ripped his uniform shirt splitting it straight up until it reached his neck. Under any other circumstances this would've been one of the hottest things ever to happen to me.

Seconds later he sat me down on the ground. However, this was short lived, and as soon as I was steady on my feet he grabbed my shoulders and twisted me around. Now facing him I could see what was coming my way.

In moments he had me in some World Wrestling hold and he picked me up over his head and then brought me down over his shoulder, carrying me like a sack of potatoes. Two seconds later he slammed me down into a chair that was sitting on the other side of the jail cell.

What came next was predictable. Just as I suspected he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

It was completely soft at about 4 inches but that's not why I remember it, I remember it because it was the thickest dick I've ever seen. People often compare their dicks to remote controls and shaving cream bottles the difference is that the Deputy was actually that thick soft, were others were living exaggerations and fantasies.

The deputy grab his growing meat stick and slapped it against his left hand making it thud each time he slapped his hand. With each slap of his hand his cock grew a little more until it reached about 6 1/2 inches and he was a full beer can wide (Nearly a Fosters size can.)

"Open your fucking mouth bitch"

I refuse to open my mouth even though my eyes were wide open. My eyes were like saucers, and were conveying what I can only imagine was a cross between fear and anger, with a dash of envy about how thick his dick was.

He didn’t ask me twice; instead of asking me to open my mouth a second time he slapped my face with his hand. The palm of his hand left a red mark on the side of my face. I immediately felt the sting where he hit me, however, my face was not the only place, I felt the slap. No, as soon as he slapped me, I could feel the sting in my pride. Here I was standing in front of two guys that I could dominate with the any whimsical thought. However, sitting here with my hands handcuffed behind my back and him slapping me across my face, I felt powerless. All I could do was refuse to open my mouth.

"Listen boy, I said open your mouth"

Again, I refused to open and again he slapped me across the face, this time from the other side. Instead of opening my mouth, I just stared at him; I stared directly into his eyes.

Tiring of slapping me and getting no results, the Deputy took a new tactic, instead of slapping me he clamped down on my nose, pinching it closed with his massive thumb and index finger.

I held out as long as I could, but reflexes took over and I gasped for breath. As I gulped in the air, the deputy forced his cock between my lips. He reached over and forcibly pulled down my jaw.

I gave up he had won and in his pipe pushed.

“If you bite me or I feel the slightest hint of your teeth, I will break your finger, and I will keep breaking your fingers and then your toes if I have to.”

He assaulted my throat with his massive cock. The whole time he fucked my face, I felt ashamed not that I was being humiliated, not that I had no control; I was ashamed because, I didn’t feel those things. Don’t get me wrong, I hatted the motherfucker and I would figure out a way to get this motherfucker back, but here in the middle of this face fucking all I could think was how hot his cock was. After each stroke he called me a whore or a pussy, he would tell me what a tiny cock, I had. I should have been furious, I should have wanted to beat the fuck out of him but his words were like Spanish fly, they made me horny as fuck.

 

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“Todd, not again,” I heard a voice call out.

I looked up to see an old man in a police uniform he was probably late 60s.

“Sheriff Kline, this bitch deserves it.” The Deputy argued as he continued to slam his fat cock into my tonsils.

“Todd seriously you can’t go around punishing ever inmate we have.”

The deputy pulled back and his dick popped out of my mouth. I looked pleadingly toward the Sheriff.

“Listen old man, I have told you before, these college punks need this shit, they need to have some structure in their lives.”

“I don’t know,” came the wimpy unsure response from the Sheriff.

“Go on back to your office and when I am done here, I will come in and explain what this one did.” The Deputy demanded.

“Ok, if you are sure,” the Sheriff stated caving in to this deputy.

“Wait stop,” I cried out in a horse voice damaged by the rough throat fucking that I just endured.

The Sheriff stopped in his tracks.

“Come back here, you need to do something about this,” I demanded.

The Sheriff immediately turned around and came back. There was that tingling feeling in my spine, I had control over the Sheriff.

“Todd you need to stop right now.” The Sheriff demanded.
The Deputy turned and slapped me across the face again.

“No this bitch needs to learn a lesson.” He said as he pulled his hand back to slap me again.

“Bitch, don’t touch me again.” I demanded and the Deputy’s hand froze in mid swing, while I felt the power flow through my spine again.

“What the fuck? Did I have power over this guy the whole fucking time?” I thought to myself.

Fuck I thought to myself, I did say he could arrest me at any time. I thought back, I guess I never asked him to stop and the times, I had asked him to put me down he did.

Had I wanted him to treat me like this and more importantly how did I have this power over the two of them?

“Why did you stop…um Todd?”

“Cause you told me to,” He responded.

Fuck I did have power over both of them.

“Are you two both members of Lambda Lambda Kappa, “ I asked.

“Yes they both responded in unison.”

They were alumni, and I had power over them. So now I knew it wasn’t just the active brothers in the house it was any LLKs. No matter how old they were.

Are you from this chapter of LLK?

The Sheriff answered no and Todd answered Yes.

“No”

“Yes me and my dad.” Todd offered.

“Is your dad, the President of St. Bart’s?” I asked.

“Yes,” Todd responded.

This was good news.

“Todd did you arrest me because I wanted you to?”

He looked at me unsure how to answer the question. It was clear that he was confused.

“Yes, but I would have arrested you any way?” came the confused questioning type answer.

“So you’ve done this to guys before?” I demanded.

“Ummm” He hesitated.

“Yes, he has many times,” The Sheriff answered the question.

“Why have you done this before?” I asked Todd.

“Well, umm”

“The TRUTH” I demanded.

“I only do it to guys who I think are hot, or the ones that I think might have a bigger cock than me. The cockier the guy is the more I get off on it. I fucking love to take away yall’s fucking control. I get off on that shit. You had it easy, had you actually had a bigger dick than me, I would have fucked the shit out of you.”

Todd’s face turned a crimson red. Pissed that I had just made him reveal his secrets and embarrassed at his lack of control.

“Todd what would happen if I told you that you could touch me again?”

“I would beat the fuck out of you until you didn’t remember your own name or until I forget why I am pissed at you.”

“Why are you so violent?”

“Because its fun and I get off on it.” He responded.

“He has no control, I mean there is kinky and then there is out of control.” The Sheriff interjected.

“And you…why don’t you stop him?” I asked the Sheriff accusingly.

“And the truth,” I demanded.

“He is so much younger and stronger than me, what am I supposed to do about it really?”

“So you just let him beat the shit out of prisoners and fuck with all of the college guys he arrests?”

“Umm yes,” the Sheriff admitted.

“I am afraid if I don’t he will beat the shit out of me.”

“Plus he is so hot and I am turned on by him so I give him what ever he wants.” The Sheriff blurted out this last part like he has wanted to say it forever.

“I see.”

“The two of you are going to let the three of us out of this place right now.”

The two of them jumped to let us free.

“So what should I do to them guys?” I asked Roger and Jeff or Jeff and Roger, they looked so different I was lost.

Roger suggested that I have any body that they arrest have complete control over them. I liked where he was coming from, but I was worried that some actual bad guys would be able to get back on the street.

I was just about to make them both feel like they had been castrated and that neither had a dick any longer, I figured that they both deserved it. I know it was extreme but so were the black eye and the puffy lip that I had from Todd’s slapping me around.

Just then Jeff spoke up.

“Zach, you obviously have the power to switch transform people why don’t you…”

Jeff whispered the rest in my ear.

“I love it,” I told Jeff. “But, I don’t know if I know how to do it. I am not even sure how I caused you two to transform, I certainly never told you all to change body types or masculinity or anything. I don’t know what I did.” I confessed.

“You don’t?” Roger piped up. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, if it were obvious, I wouldn’t have said I was not sure how I did it, shit for brains.” I really hatted Roger; he was lucky that I didn’t make him think he was a dog with a desire to sniff butts.

“Last night you told me not to move and that if I did that Jeff would be able to win in a fight without even trying.”

Holy shit, I had said that. I guess this is how the universe decided to make my statement true.

“So instead of Jeff just being able to beat you up, you transferred all of your muscles over to him,” I said to Roger.

“Yeah, my muscles, my ability to box, my temper, and my height.” Roger listed off the things that he had lost in the transfer.

“What did you get in the deal?” I wondered allowed.

“Shorter,” Roger bemoaned.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Deputy Todd asked in a severely cranky tone.

“Go sit down in the chair and don’t move until I tell you to…”

“…and Sheriff you go sit down on the bed.”

“So let me get this straight, I casually mentioned that if you move Jeff would easily be able to beat you up and then what happened?” I asked to them both.

“You left us fucking around in Rogers room.” Jeff started.

“Okay”

“Yeah and about ten or so minutes after you left we both started feeling it.” Roger continued.

“So yeah at first I got a bit queasy, and then in the middle of fucking the shit out of Roger’s mouth it happened.”

“What happened?” Deputy Todd asked.

I turned to look at the pervert whom was absentmindedly rubbing his hand up and down his cock which was still hanging out of his pants.

“Quiet, not another word until I tell you to talk.”
Todd’s eyes got huge as he grabbed his throat freaking out that he was trying to talk, but not a peep was coming out.

“So what did actually happen,” I said to the guys.

“So I was feeding my cock down Rogers throat and listening to him choke on my fat cock. When all of the sudden this wave of nausea came over me and when I looked down on Roger he seemed to be a bit farther way, every few seconds he seemed to be just a bit father away and then after a few minutes I realized that not only was his mouth farther from me, my dick was getting farther away from his mouth. When I looked up I realized that I was getting taller and he was shrinking. It was straight out of Alice and Wonderland. One minute I was my typical 5’6 and then inch by inch my body seemed to be stretching my legs, my torso, arms you name it, everything was getting longer.”

“A few seconds later, I felt this immense heat and I heard this cracking and popping noise and then the heaviest waive of horniness I have ever felt.”

“I heard the cracking and the popping noise too,” Roger explained. “As I heard the popping noise I noticed that Jeff’s biceps were growing. Later the popping noise intensified and the cracking got louder. With each pop and crack, Jeff’s legs, abs, shoulders, chest, back, basically everything started filling out right before my eyes. I was like watching someone go through puberty in fast forward. I was on my knees and my face came up to his chin and then a few seconds later I had to struggle to reach his dick with my mouth, he was that tall.

“Holy shit, Jeff how did it feel to be getting stronger and taller?” I asked totally turned on.

“It was the most intense feeling I have ever had. I mean it was kind of like an erection. One second I was this small soft thing and the next thing, I know I start getting a little larger and a little stronger, until the end where I am this ranging hard muscle god.

Where there had been little stubby legs were now two massive columns of muscle. One of the hottest parts of the experience was feeling the muscle in my ass start growing. With each pop I could feel my ass getting harder and stronger and with that strength I could slam my dick into Roger’s mouth with that much more force, I had never heard anyone choke so much on a dick as Roger did once my ass and legs became so powerful.

Every muscle in my body felt like it had the most amazing pump, I have ever had.

But what was really fucking hot was when the popping and tearing along with the growth moved to my arms. In the past when someone like a chick or one of you two guys was ridding my cock, with your mouth, it was really tough for me to hold you on my cock. I mean I didn’t really have either the arm span or the strength to hold either of you two guys on my dick. However, as I started to gain Roger’s strength and length in my arms it became so easy to hold Roger down on my dick. I actually almost choked him for real, one second he would cough and sputter and pull away and then in the middle of it all my muscles changed. I didn’t know my own strength. Roger’s struggle seemed to be nothing, I barely had to hold him down and damn did he struggle and choke.

I am not sure what I liked better the fact that he was no match for my new muscles or the strength that was coursing through my body. Honestly Zach, I have never felt something so amazing ever. As he coughed and chocked he started crying and the juices that flowed out of the corner of his mouth made my dick so slick, if I hadn’t been paying attention Roger would have passed out from a lack of oxygen.”

I looked at Roger who was red with embarrassment. “Then what happened?”

“At the same time that I heard the cracking noise there was this faint hiss like a helium balloon leaking air.” Jeff explained.

“It took me a while to realize that I was gaining muscle, but after the hissing sound started, it became obvious that Roger was loosing his muscle tone. His arms and chest were the first obvious things shrinking. Roger kind of looked like an air matters that has its plug pulled and all of the sudden all of the air comes out. The same thing happened to Roger except instead of air it was muscle tone.”

“Incredible,” I said.

“Yeah and then, I loaded his throat with the biggest load of come, that I have ever blown.” Jeff shared.

“I thought I was going to fucking drown.” Roger added.

“Amazing and all because, I said that he could beat you up. Oh by the way how did that happen?”

“So we were cleaning up and Roger started freaking the hell out about his puny little body and how he wanted his fucking muscles back and how I had stolen his muscles. He kept saying how he was going to beat the shit out of you for causing this to happen to him.”

“I wouldn’t have actually beat you up,” Roger confessed. “The idea of beating you up makes me want to hit myself.” Roger said as he was trying to prevent himself from hitting himself in the head.

“So yeah when he told me that he was going to beat you up, something snapped and I let him have it.”

“By something snapped, he means he went ape shit crazy and beat the fuck out of me with my own fucking muscles.” Roger explained.

“Serves your right bitch.” I said glaring at Roger.

“So when I was done beating him up, I felt bad, so I took him to the campus clinic and when we got there he mentioned that this was your fault and how if he had his strength back he would get us both back and so well so I popped him in the mouth again. The nurse happened to walk in at the same time and well she freaked the fuck out and called the Watertown cops on us and you know the rest of it.” Jeff finished.

 

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“Guys, I don’t know what kind of drugs you all are on, but if you just let me and Todd out of here, I promised that we won’t arrest you for the drugs and we will drop the charges for the fighting.” The Sheriff stated.

“You’re good at sweeping things under the rug aren’t you?” I asked the Sheriff pissed that he would think that he had any room to negotiate.

“What do you mean,” the Sheriff asked pretending that he didn’t know what I meant.

“How many college guys have you walked in on to find your deputy molesting them?”

“22, the Sheriff admitted still unable to lie to me.”

“How many of those 22 was he punished for?”

“None, but look at him, I mean I am not as young as I used to be and well frankly I was happy he wasn’t doing the same thing to me.”

“You really are a complete and utter wimp, how the hell did you ever become Sheriff?”

“When I was younger, I would have never stood for this,” the Sheriff admitted, “but honestly what could I do.”

“You know what Jeff, you are absolutely right. Your idea of what I should do to them is exactly what I am going to do.” I said referring back to the secret that Jeff had whispered in my ear.

“Both of you come here,” I said looking at the Sheriff and his deputy.

“Todd you can speak again and when you do the first thing out of your mouth better be an explanation as to why you have forced yourself on over 22 guys.”

“They wanted my fat dick,” He said.

“Dumb fucker…I even told you what to say, but you couldn’t be bothered to say it so know you are fucked,” I said.

“Sheriff, you are a complete and utter wimp, you have let this young deputy walk all over you and you have let him walk all over the guys of this college town. That ends now.

Deputy you have taken advantage of the college students of this town by acting like your ten-year age advantage actually means something. Some how you have convinced these college students that you are a big shot cop and that they have to obey you and keep your abuse secret. It seems to me that you like guys thinking you are older than what you are don’t you?”

“I am older and you punks should respect my age and experience.”
“Right,” I said staring in his eyes.

“And you Sheriff you think you would be a better person and a better Sheriff if you were younger?”

“I know I would have been,”

“Well let’s test this out shall we?”

“Sheriff, I want you and your deputy to switch ages. Right now, I added as an afterthought.”

No sooner than saying the words did I get the most massive spine tingle.

The first thing that I noticed which indicated that their bodies were obeying my command was their hair. The Sheriffs hair gray and white started getting darker and the deputies dirty blond hair streaked with white strands. The changes didn’t stop there. As streaks of white continued to flow through Todd’s hair his skin started to look cracked and leathery right before our eyes. His once youthful skin deepened and lines began to form around his eyes and the lines streaked across his forehead. The skin and bone structure around Todd’s square jaw started to shift and alter and his strong cheeks and chin began to droop and distinct jowls started to form. His smooth olive skin began to form little dots all over his face as liver spots, moles and skin tags invaded his once flawless skin.

At the same time the Sheriff’s skin around his forehead, eyes and jaw line began to tighten and it looked like the Sheriff was getting a face lift right before our eyes. Decades of gravity lost its battle with the Sheriff as his youth began to return to him so did his smooth skin. Next the dark grey of his eyes became brilliantly white. So white that it looked like some eternal light was now shinning from his soul.

In comparison the Deputies white eyes began to fade as the white faded and a dull yellow took over his eyes. In addition to his eyes his once brilliant white teeth now darkened and one or two became dark brown nearly black, but all of them lost their luster and shine.

As the skin of the Deputies neck started to sag, I spun the deputy toward the mirror over the sink. At first the Deputy did not recognize himself, but when the realization started he started to scream and thrash at me.

“Oh no bitch, you be quiet, you are going to suffer this change without a voice. You will sit in silence just as your victims had to.”

“Both of you take your clothes off I want to watch the rest of this happen. “

The Sheriff seemed only too happy to pull of his shirt, pants, and underwear, while Todd tried to struggle against my orders eventually complying.

It didn’t take long for me to notice Todd’s massive muscular chest begin to droop like a 60-year-old women’s titties. The man boobs were like symbols of his life about to come. Gone was the powerful strand of muscle and in their place was forming the bags of fat, which jiggled like jelly, where there used to be concrete strengthen and steel muscles.

On the sheriff the exact opposite was taking place. The water balloon moobs hanging form his chest went from gelatinous orbs of flubber to a harden mass of muscle.

The same thing occurred in both of their stomach and ab regions. The Sheriffs belly which hung over his belt like it was trying to eat his dick started to shrink and tighten until the skin started to etch around masses of muscles revealing the six-pack that had been buried years ago by layers of fat and bad decisions. The deputy’s distinct v shape cum gutter that lead down to his fat dick began to fade as his six-pack began to balloon into one big mass of fat. His once beautiful six-pack looked like the classic mall Santa’s fat roll.

As the years faded from the Sheriff’s body his manhood sprang to life for the first time in what was probably years. What was only moments ago a useless piece of gristle was now a 7 and a half piece of meat that could have rivaled Jeff’s manhood.

Todd’s massive doorknob of a dick lost its virility right before our eyes. The large salami became a useless slab of waste, which seemed like it might not ever be able to fill with blood enough to get fully hard ever again.

Both of the guy’s legs and ass met the same fate as the rest of their body. When all was said and done the once powerful deputy stood in front of us a broken and old cuss and the Sheriff seemed to be returned to the piss and vinegar of his youth.

“I own you now Sheriff, you will do what ever I tell you from now on do you understand me?”

“Yes sir what ever you want…” Came the zealous answer from the Sheriff.

“Oh wait you haven’t heard your fate. Because you let numerous college students get taken advantage of you will now become the play toy for any down and out college student from St. Bart’s. Boys who are struggling with their weight, feeling like a geek, depressed, hurting from a break up, suffering from a zit, it doesn’t matter if they fuck your ass they will instantly feel better, they will feel a sudden sense of release and euphoria. You will become a fount of strength for the downtrodden, a rock for the hapless. You will spend year’s being the savior you said you could with youth and it is your youth that you will use to make these guys feel better. Enjoy your life as a massive bottom. Oh and by the way if you ever fail me you can easily join Todd over there as a useless carcass of your former self. Now do you understand me?”

The Sheriff just shook his head not knowing what to say.

“You Todd, you won’t get off so lightly, you have used a slight age difference to your advantage for years. Let’s see how you like these advance years. While your body might be that of an old fart, your libido has only gotten stronger. Good luck trying to get your useless fat dick up.”

Tears and fear flashed across Todd’s face.

“If I am ever looking for you, I will know where to find you. You will spend your days haunting the glory holes at the truck stop out on Interstate 54. The glory hole will hide the fact that you are a fat fuck who can’t get his dick up. At least with the glory hole your mouth might be able to curb your appetite. “

“Jeff you and Roger go get in my car, I will be out in a minute.”

As my fraternity brothers left the building, I covered my tracks with Todd and the Sheriff ensuring that they could never tell a sole about what happened and giving them both plausible backstories. Luckily they confessed that they didn’t have much family. I figured with Todd’s dad being a LLK, I could fix his memory and I would worry about Todd’s mom later. The Sheriff was a single man who never married and had no kids.

Feeling comfortable that I had righted a horrible wrong, I turned to leave the cell. As I looked at myself in the mirror I noticed one thing that looked odd. The swan tattoo on my chest that was pocking out from under the wife beater I was wearing had faded. The tattoo was definitely duller than it had been this morning.

So many strange things…I need to get in touch with Harvey and figure out how I gained this power, I needed to fully understand my limitations and abilities.

Walking out to the car, I contemplated what I should do to Roger and Jeff to ensure that I didn’t expose my gift to the rest of the campus.

As I slowly strolled to the car, I was awakened form my deep thoughts by a text message that came through on my phone.

I looked down at the text and smiled with the realization of the power I now had. The text was so simple and yet it caused me to bone up. Oh the power, I now had…I read the text again and nearly laughed out loud.

“SIR…PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAY I CUM”

 

[rickbell19]

There is MUCH more to be written on this story! Please continue!

 

[wantlowballs]

More!!!!! Let the poor guy grow!

 

[sessacock]

Amazing as always. I like that the main guy forgets his powers when he gets horny, I really like the mix of him getting dominated first and then getting revenge after.

I woulda kept the Deputy around and sucked him off when I wanted

 

[stustu]

great story. don't stop.

 

[somebody427]

I had to scroll down a bit to see it! I hope I don't have to wait too much longer!

 

[textline]

There's only two cops for the whole town?

 

[sessacock]

Bump for all the inquiring reader (and the horny ones )

 

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Chapter 9: Bringing a plan together

I didn't respond to Daemon's text at first, but as I walked toward the car, I got and idea.

I sent Daemon a text that read, "I'll think about it...and don't ask again for at least an hour."

Hearing from Daemon reminded me that a couple of hours ago I had made him blow and that he should be feeling like his dick was an inch smaller and that he should imagine that my dick was an inch bigger. Yet, now that I had seen what a slip of the tongue had done to Jeff and Roger's body, I was curious exactly how I had worded my change to Daemon. I remembered telling him that he would think that his dick got smaller and mine got bigger, but I was also pretty sure that, I told him that I wanted him to know what it was like to have my dick size. Had I Freaky Fridayed my way into a bigger dick? I suppose it didn't matter because now that I knew I had the power, his dick was going to be mine. However, I was torn on whether to take it all at one time or inch-by-inch as I suspected was already happening.

I pulled open my shorts and peaked down into my underwear. Was my little soldier standing an inch taller? Had I taken an inch of my long time torturer? It seemed like my dick was a bit bigger, but at one inch of growth it could have been wishful thinking.

Heading to the car where Jeff and Roger were waiting, I decided that there were a few other guys that deserved to experience this sudden growth to their egos. Nothing would make me happier than fucking with a few fraternity traditions. I was going to slowly dismantle the egos of each one of the older brothers who had fucked with my fellow pledge brothers and me.

"Roger, who was number one in the fireman ladder drill for the senior class?"

"Um, the year before me was my big brother Billy."

Of course Billy had a big dick, I shouldn't have even had to ask. His big dick swagger was an ever-present attitude. He was fairly laid back and he let little bother him. Things that would have bothered most people never seemed to worry Billy. If our fraternity chapter's football team was scored on, Billy didn't care, if his teacher threatened to fail him in the class he didn't show any emotion. Anyone that set out to motivate Billy with a reward or punishment quickly realized that he regarded all awards as consolation prizes to the giant prize he had stuffed into his khakis. In the same vein how do you punish him when the only thing that matters to him was who his next fuck was going to be and how much weight he could lift. It always seemed like he was saying, "Fuck it, it doesn't matter, because I've got a massive cock and giant biceps."

As laid back and chill as he was, about nearly everything, there was one topic, which would infuriate Billy. Mention democrats, liberal policies, or anything related to diversity and the guy went ape shit. I had always wondered how any black guys got into the fraternity, with Billy around. President of the student Tea Party movement and treasurer of the College Republicans, he represented not the best in conservative politics like responsible spending, national security, and faith based compassion, no Billy was both a major racist, and a homophobic, ladies man who used his place in the fraternity and the political clubs to try to divide the campus and the bigger society.

William Robert Porch IV was one of the most pompous brothers that LLK had ever produced. He was an old guard southern boy from Lower Alabama. Billy was the quintessential fraternity brother. He never left his apartment without wearing one of two outfits. For casual wear a khaki pair of shorts or jeans in the colder months, Sperrys with no socks even in the winter, a pressed polo, a distressed baseball cap and sunglasses attached to croakies that hung around his neck. For more formal occasions he wore Khaki slacks a white button up, a bow tie, blue blazer, and the same distressed baseball cap. Always present was a wad of dip in his lip and an empty coke bottle where he collected his dip spit.

Billy came from money deep pockets of Gulf Coast oil money. One of the reasons he never needed to worry is because his future and all his money had been planned since birth. He would graduate from St. Bart's, work for his dad as the Vice President of this or that, whatever kept him busy. Eventually he would inherit the oil drill company and his family's plantation home.

His lack of worry and family money made him a horrible student, instead of going to class or studying, Billy spent all his time working out, drinking, and chasing skirts.

"Text your big brother and tell him you have an emergency. Convince him that you need him to come to my dorm room."

"How do I do that?"

"I don't care how just get him there."

"By the way, was your big brother one of the guys that voted for me to be the Carrie pledge?"

"Yes, most definitely, he thinks your a fucking homo, if he had his way there would be a separate school for y'all queers," Roger shared, spilling the dirt on his big brother.

"Perfect," I sneered.

"Jeff you get Lars to come over too," I requested.

Jeff had a sly smile and a knowing look. He immediately realized that I was bringing the smallest cock in the freshman class and the largest hung senior into the same room. I was surprised by how smart Jeff was and realized that I had taken a liking to him. I decided then that I was going to take care of Jeff and that he was going to fare well in what was about to come.

Now that I had brought my plan together, it was time to head home and change some lives. I started to turn over the car engine when I suddenly felt the same odd feeling in my dick that I had this morning. I instantly knew that Daemon had lost his battle and had cum without my permission. He had only lasted about five minutes since his last text.

I had to know, I lifted the waistband of my running shorts again and this time it was obvious, I wasn't imagining things my dick had just gotten bigger. Staring at my cock now two inches longer, I couldn't help but get a little hard at the thought of Daemon staring at his cock knowing that it had gone from a gargantuan 12 inches to 10 in one afternoon. I wished that I could see the squirming and his reaction.

"Wait," I thought

" I wish that I could be there when he realizes that his dick has shrunk again." I thought to myself.

I half thought that I might teleport back to our room to witness his reaction, but since that didn't happen I suspected that my appearance would trigger a realization in him.

"What are you doing up there? Are you playing with yourself queer?" Came the all to familiar vile from Roger.

"No but you are"

At that Roger shoved his hands down his pants and started to flog his dick for all it was worth.

 

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Chapter 10: Dethroning the Donkeys

As we pulled out of the police station three more police cruisers pulled up and the entire day and night shifts of the Watertown police force was now in one location. Clearly, my suggestion that the new young Sheriff call a staff meeting was in full swing. If I had worded everything correctly the new sheriff was explaining that he was the new interim sheriff and that the Mayor had fired the old Sheriff and the deputy. I hated leaving such a large loose end, but I needed to cover my tracks. It would have been nice and extremely convenient had the mayor also been a member of LLK, but since the mayor was a 60-year-old southern belle I was 100% certain that she wasn't a member. The best I had come up with was leaking the story to the town's little daily paper. I thought “town mayor uncovers sexual abuse in the Sheriffs office” had a catchy headline quality to it.

After the scandal spreads through the barbershop, market, and the church there is no way she was going to say she wasn't the hero that fired the perverts.

Feeling good about the plans for the Sheriff's office and the Chapter house, I was horny as hell about what was about to come. The 10-minute drive back to my resident hall felt like hours. I was ready to take some guys down a few fire ladder rungs.

As we entered the dorm room first thing I did was project the thought to Daemon that Jeff and Roger had always looked the way they looked now. I looked around the room to make sure that my command was received and the first thing I noticed was that Daemon was kind of idly standing in the room; no shirt, scratch marks across his chest and back, and a giant spooge stain engulfing nearly the entire front and side of his boxer shorts. The girl however was nowhere to be found.

"Dude fucking gross." Roger chastised his little brother for having nutted all over himself.

"What? What's gross?" Daemon was oblivious to the fact that he had cum.

"Dude you obviously busted all over yourself." Roger explained to my confused roommate.

Daemon looked down and the realization of what he had done flashed across his face. His pleading eyes shot toward mine, looking for some form of mercy that he was never going to get from me. The fidgeting started and I could tell he wasn't going to be able to stop himself. He grabbed his boxers and sneaked a peak at his schlong. Never in the history of mankind has a man looked at a 10 inch cock with such disgust and disappointment. The realization of how inferior he felt at 10 inches was hilarious to me, especially knowing that this was just the beginning.

The look of dread at what was still a monster cock made me laugh a bit. The laughter was immediately interpreted by Daemon as me making fun of his slightly smaller dick. Me laughing at him was more than he could handle. His eyes started to water and then one single tear fell from his right eye. A waterfall of tears was forming, but Roger was not going to have his little brother crying.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Roger demanded. "Are you fucking crying?"

"No...I ain't crying, I ain't some chick or queer."

"Well you sure look like one," Roger kept pushing.

"Me?” Daemon said incredulously. “I'm not the one that keeps playing with myself. I mean…that or you have some incredibly bad jock itch." Daemon shot back at his fraternal big brother.

Roger turned a crimson red he must have thought he was hiding his playing with himself by untucking his shirt, but with his 9.5 inch cock poking straight forward, there was no hiding what he was up to.

"It's not my fault, it's Zzzz it's Zzzz. Roger was trying to tell Daemon that I had caused his chronic beating off, but as I had commanded, neither Roger nor Jeff could discuss what I was doing to them with anyone but the three of us.

"What the fuck ever, I have bigger problems than wondering why my big brother is fondling himself in the middle of my dorm." Daemon was both distracted and pissed.

Seeing his misery convinced me that I was definitely going to take my time taking his cock size, I wanted to watch this scene over and over and getting to see this reaction each time he lost an inch was well worth the wait, plus now having a six-inch dick was a dream. A day ago, I only had four inches. I could wait the week or so it would take to have a 12-inch dick.

For the first time, since gaining the gift, I realized I was actually about to gain a 12 inch dick. The sudden acceptance of my fortune made me extremely horny and seeing Daemon's misery at the same time made years of torture seem, well, worth it.

Watching Daemon suffer caused me to have a flash back to my own suffering in high school. Seeing Daemon feel like he had an inferior dick, reminded me of the years where Daemon had purposefully made me feel the same way. I never understood why he enjoyed making me feel so small and inferior. Why wasn’t he content in knowing that he had the biggest dick in our school, why couldn’t he be happy with the knowledge that his cock was the envy of every guy in our entire city and likely even the state? For reasons, I may never understand Daemon got a perverse pleasure out of making sure, I knew that my dick was tiny. The only thing he enjoyed more was when the other guys in the locker room, or the other girls in the school acknowledged how tiny, I was compared to his massive meat. The sad fact is, that there were other guys as small as me and even one or two smaller, but for whatever reason he enjoyed torturing me more than any others that he interacted with.

I remember like it was yesterday…the first time a girl walked up to me and called me zipper. I asked her how she had heard that nickname and she said that all the girls and guys at the school knew that when it came to my junk that my zipper hung further out than my junk. I reacted so bad to that comment that the bullies at the school immediately knew that they had a winner, they could see how bad the nickname bothered me so they instantly made it their go to insult for me.

The other vivid memory I have was when I once confronted Daemon about how he treated me.

In hindsight I truly set myself up for ridicule, but at the time, I felt like I was standing up for myself.

It was right after gym class and the rest of the guys had already gone to class, but Daemon, as usual was still slowly drying his hair, and putting on deodorant, basically making what ever excuse that he could to stand in front of the mirror completely naked. With no one else in the locker room, I walked over to Daemon’s locker and asked him what the fuck was up.
I remember the horrible exchange like it was yesterday.

“Dude, why do you tell all the chicks in school, I have a small penis?”

“Because you have a tiny penis, Zipper.”

“Ok I have a tiny penis, why does that mean you should make fun of me?”

“I am not making fun of you Zipper, I am meanly making sure that all of the girls at school know that sex with you would be a waste of their time and energy.”

His calm collected attitude and what he was saying infuriated me, and I made the mistake of shoving him.

“Fuck you dude, I don’t talk about your dick to anyone, why are you obsessed with mine.”

“You stare at my dick all day” he said laughing at me making me even more furious.

I went to push him again and tell him to stop laughing at me, but this time he was ready for me and he grabbed my two arms and pulled me forward, the momentum toppling me over to the ground. In a flash Daemon was on me flipping me over. Now on my back Daemon sat down on my chest with his full weight, pushing the air out of my lungs. Fighting for breath and not able to push Daemon off of me, he looked into my eyes and said:

“Zipper if you ever fucking touch me again you will wish you had never met me. I make fun of you because you are a pathetic little dick bitch that deserves to be made fun of do you understand me?”

I just stared at him I could not speak. We were both silent for about 15-20 seconds. He was just staring at me. After he got tired of waiting for my answer he got up and I was able to sit up and take a deep breath. I thought he was done with me, but Daemon turned around quickly whipping his soft dick through the air and it cocked me (pun intended) across the eye. He might as well have hit me with his fist his dick was so heavy and powerful. Two more times he whipped me with his dick saying “speak to me when I am talking to you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes” I said

“Yes what” he retorted.

“Yes I understand that I deserve to be made fun of” I answered praying that Daemon didn’t look down and notice that I had a raging hard on from Daemon bitch slapping me with his cock.

At that point, I could tell that Daemon was going to go even further into humiliating me, but there was a rattle on the door from the coaches’ office, and he quickly moved away from me. Looking back he said, “tell the coaches, any of the teachers, or your parents and it will be the last thing you do”. Looking up at him from my kneeling position, it was obvious that he was not bluffing.

Before the coach entered the room we both got to our own corner of the locker room and it looked to the casual observer that neither Daemon nor I had even noticed that the other was in the room.

“You two are late to last period, why are you both still in here?” the coach asked.

I don’t remember what bullshit story that Daemon gave, but the coach was lost staring at Daemon’s massive cock and you could see the awestruck hero worship on the coach’s face.

“Oh hey Daemon I didn’t see you there. You two need to get to the next period as soon as possible, and Zach, you might want to put some ice on that black eye.” He said as he strolled past me and into another part of the locker room.

I ran to the mirror to see what the coach was talking about and sure enough I had a shiner from where Daemon had dick whipped me. I couldn’t believe it. I turned to see what Daemon was going to say or if he would apologize, but by the time I turned around Daemon had already dressed and left the locker room.

By the end of the next period, there was a rumor going around that Daemon had punched me in the eye for trying to touch his dick. To make matters worse, at some point during our exchange Daemon had turned his camera phone on and had recorded our interaction. It was less than 24 hours before an extremely well edited version came out on YouTube.

Instead of our whole conversation Daemon had cleverly edited chunks of words so that the video had me saying:

“I have a small penis” and “I deserve to be made fun of”

Any tiny aspect of social capital that I had, was completely gone, when the video “Zipper admits he has a small penis” went viral across my high school.

Remembering these moments of torture made watching Daemon suffer now so sweet.

I came out of my daydream when I heard a knock at the door. When Jeff opened the door for me, in walked Billy. Only seconds behind him Lars walked in behind him. Billy looked confused when he saw all of us in the room, and even more confused when he saw Lars file in behind him.

“What the fuck is going on? I got a text from Roger that he was tagging some chick here and that she wanted to get both of us.”

I looked over at Roger half impressed that he did what I suggested and did what ever it would take to get him over here.

“Where the fuck is Roger?” Billy asked.

“Right here,” little Roger answered as I realized that I had not blocked Billy or Lars’s memory.

“Seriously what the fuck is going on?” Billy demanded. Looking over at Daemon who was still standing in the middle of the room covered in drying spooge.

“Come in and sit down.” I suggested.

"Roger stop playing with yourself, I want you to save yourself up for a little later." I foreshadowed.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you in a girls room fucker?” Billy asked still confused as to whose room he was in and why so many of us were standing in the room. He was starting to look pissed as he came into the room and sat down just as I had told him.

“Lars, please sit next to Billy on the bed.”

Lars looked just as confused but he and I had bonded pretty well during our hell of a pledge program so he just kind of confusedly did what I asked without me having to use my gift.

“Billy you are a fuck head who have treated, Lars, Jeff, Me and the other seven new brothers like complete shit, and that is going to stop today.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are you faggot” Billy responded pissed that any liberal queer would talk to him in that way. “I ought to beat the fuck out of you.”

“Go ahead and try” I offered figuring that I could make him feel like he had no bones in his body and that he was nothing but jelly before he got across the room to me. However the minute that he stood up headed over my way. I heard a loud “nooooooo” as little Roger ran across the room and tackled Billy leading his tackle with his head to Billy’s stomach knocking Billy back and causing him to fall backwards over the little mini-fridge in our room. Roger immediately stood up blocking anyone from coming near me and watching intently to make sure that no one was making a move on Jeff.

Roger’s actions happened so quickly, I had forgotten that I had programmed him to defend Jeff and I at all cost. I laughed at how intense Roger was staring down everyone in the room.

“Care to try that again?” I asked a stunned Billy. This time he charged Roger instead of me. As he was rearing back to punch out Roger, Jeff darted over and took him down with one well-placed punch to the side of the head. He fell straight down and looked like a rag doll leaning up against the small mini-refrigerator. I stared at the stone cold passed out Billy and wondered what had gotten into Jeff and why had he come to my defense. Roger made sense, because he had been obliged to do so because of my gift, but I had never given that command to Jeff.

 

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When Billy woke from Jeff’s powerful punch, he seemed heated but he was not nearly as aggressive.

"Now Billy are you ready to cooperate or should I let the boys beat up on you some more?"

“What the fuck do you want? Why the hell did you all lure me here?” seethed Billy.

“You are here, because you were an asshole to my pledge brothers and I throughout the pledging.”

“Ok so I was a dick, what the fuck are you going to do about it?”

“I am glad you asked, I am going to take you down a few rungs.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Billy asked laughing like I couldn’t possibly be a threat.

“I would rather show you than tell you,” I said in the most ominous way I could.

“Oh this should be good, show me how you are going to bring me down a few rungs.” Billy continued to laugh and try and belittle me. As I walked closer to him he pumped up his chest and made a bit of a motion toward me, but both of my bodyguards pounced knocking him back against the fridge and into the shelf unit we kept stocked with food. I saw it coming and had enough time to stop it or warn Billy to move, but I chose just to watch as a large jar of pickles spun around and broke on the shelf raining down both pickles and pickle juice all over Billy.

“What the fuck, I am going to kill you bitches,” Billy screamed.

“I laughed as Billy started to freak out and laughed even more as Daemon went over to help him and slipped on the pickle juice landing face first into Billy’s lap.” Get the fuck off me fag. Billy said pushing Daemon off of him and back into the puddle of pickles.

The irony of two guys with giant pickles in their pants falling all over pickles was hilarious to me. I would have let them wallow in their anger and pickle juice but luckily for them the smell started to get too powerful and was starting to make me nauseous so I moved the fun.

“I have an idea fellas. We are all going to go and clean up. Yes, I think that is what we will do. Everyone strip down to your underwear and grab a towel.” Instantly Billy, Daemon, Jeff, Roger, and Lars all dropped their pants and pulled off their shirts. Seeing Billy shirtless was like looking at a sculpted Greek statue. Poor Lars, on the other hand, was as skinny and gangly as I was, but at nearly 6 foot he almost looked like a skeleton as you could see his bones through his skin.

“What the fuck,” Billy stated, “Why the fuck did I just take my clothes off?” Billy wondered out loud confused by his actions as he stood in just his bikini briefs, which were stained with pickle juice and strained with his giant pickle.

All right everyone, head on over to the showers, it’s time to get cleaned up.

“I’m not showering with you fucking queers,” Billy shouted at me while at the same time he was walking toward the dorm room door to head down to the showers.
As we walked down the hall all but me stripped down to underwear, Lars leaned over to me.

“Zach, why am I here? What did I ever do?”

I looked back over to my pledge brother, and the only guy I have ever felt had it worse than me when it came to the cock department. “Lars you are here to reap the benefits.” I knew he didn’t understand me, but since he seemed to trust me he just nodded and kept walking toward the showers.

Since it was nearing 4pm on a Sunday evening there was no one in the showers and the one guy that was in the bathroom half of the shower room left as we started to pile in.

“Ok boys, off with the shorts,” I stated as I watched some of the hottest guys in my fraternity strip. I knew it wasn’t necessary, but I still got a tinge of fear as I started to strip myself. Two inches ago I would have skipped participating in this shower, but with a six incher I had a bit more confidence.

“Ok boys, everyone quiet down, I feel like playing a game. Jeff you and I will be a team, Roger you and Daemon and then Billy you and Lars. Roger, myself, and Lars will be sucking off Daemon, Jeff and, Billy.” Everyone instantly looked either pissed or freaked out. Chief among those that looked freaked was Lars.
“Lars what’s the matter buddy?” Now being aloud to speak Lars spoke up in his cute German accent. “I don’t like guys, I don’t want to suck on his cock.”

“It’s ok Lars, you don’t have to like it, but I guarantee you will like the prize. You see boys which ever one of us giving the blow jobs gets our boys to blow first wins the grand prize of changing dicks with his partner, not just the size but the whole dick. The second person to get their partner to come gets to pick a body part from anyone in the room and give the body part to someone else in the room and the person who gets there partner to blow last both partners loose and inch of their dick.”

“What do you guys think? You ready?”

When I asked them what they thought, I got five different guys talking to me at once. Five guys talking a mile a minute was nearly impossible to understand. I could make out a few “fuck yous” and a few “I’m not sucking a dick,” but as the guys were bitching up a storm, Jeff ran over toward me and stuck his dick toward my mouth. I looked up to him and said don’t worry cutie you will cum second. He smiled big knowing that no matter how long the other two could hold off he knew that he was going to go second.

When the other guys noticed that I had Jeff’s big fat cock in my mouth and he was already starting to moan all sense of decorum and protests about their heterosexuality flew out the window, because no one wanted to be last and no one but the suckers wanted to be first.

I could see Lars eyeing with pure excitement how big Billy's cock bulge was. Lars was clearly excited, not because he wanted to suck Billy for pleasure but because he wanted that dick all for his own, Lars dropped down to his knees and was determined that he was going to have Billy’s dick as his own.

As I looked down the line Daemon’s dick even two inches shorter was still the biggest dick in the room.

“Sorry, Roger I have come twice today, I am not coming any time soon,” Daemon explained.

“Oh don’t worry about that Daemon, after you see the other cocks get hard you will be hard as a rock and ready to go for your third time today.” I said letting Jeff’s dick pop out of my mouth.

“Does that mean that I can cum with your permission?”

“I will tell you what Daemon if you can hold out longer than either of the other two then yes you can cum with my permission.”

“Jeff laughed under his breath, because he could see what I had just done to Roger, but Daemon was so excited to hear that he could come with my permission that he was bound and determined to cum last.

For someone who didn’t want to blow a guy Lars was working Billy’s nearly 10 inch cock with an expertise that made me take notes. I considered myself nearly an expert cock sucker at this point and yet Lars was teaching me a thing or two about how to work the tongue over the head of a dick. I guess the proper incentive made Lars properly motivated.

“Your getting horny over there aren’t you Billy boy?”

“No, I ain’t no fag. You can force me to stand here with what ever voodoo you are using, but you can not force me to get horny.” He said like a 5 year old.

“Between each word of Billy’s protest he started breathing heavier and he was pulling his head back in pure ecstasy. Within 10 minutes of our starting Billy was already showing signs that he was going to cum soon.

“Let it go” I prodded a now horny Billy, who was trying to hold off until another couple blew.

“Lar’s mouth is the best you have ever had. You can’t resist what he is doing to you.

My words had their desired effect. Because with in just a few more minutes of Lars bobbing up and down of the first few inches of Billy’s massive pole, Lars got a full blast of spunk in the face.

As soon as Billy had come Lar’s got a huge smile on his face and Billy stood there not quite understanding what was going on, he realized that I was controlling his will, but he just couldn’t believe that I could really cause him to lose his dick.

It only took a few seconds to prove him wrong, as Lar’s suddenly made a large guttural moan. All five of us looked over at Lar’s as his tiny two incher, hidden in foreskin, suddenly started to burst forward through the skin. Three inches, then four, on and on as his small nub burst forward and grew in both length and in width.

At the same time we heard, Billy shout out…”What the fuck” as his massive boner started shrinking past the seven flaccid inches that it normally weakened too and kept shrinking, five flaccid inches. “You can’t do this,” Billy cried. “My dick hasn’t been this small since sixth grade.”

“Just wait,” I laughed.

Another moan from Lars as his new dick began to expand like a balloon being filled with air. His previous two incher with 2.5 inches of girth was now 9.75 inches with 7 inches of girth and balls the size of plums. Tears of joy were streaming down Lar’s face as years of ridicule and pain were suddenly over. While a horny and cocksure look was on his face, as he suddenly began to realize, that he now had a massive dick, and that he was now sporting one of the biggest jocks on campus.

“Make it stop,” Billy pled as he started to notice his dick deflate from its once 7 inches of girth down to a 2.5 inch nub and watch as his previously cut foreskin began to creep up the little nub and engulf his view of the head of his cock.

No sooner had the growth and shrinkage subside, then Jeff bust his nut all over the hand that I had around this cock.

“Ah since Jeff came second that means I get to pick a body part from one of you and give it to someone else.”

“Let me see, I pick…”

Before I could get my pick out a very verbal, “Fuck yeah came out of Daemon who was so happy that he had my permission to cum that he eaked out a tiny bit of cum from his spent dick despite the fact that Roger was holding his dick super tight, trying to clamp off Daemon’s chance of cumming.

Right on cue both Daemon and Roger started to loose an inch of dick size.

“What the fuck,” Daemon demanded, “you said I could cum, why the fuck did I just lose an inch?”

“You two were the last teammates to cum so you both lost and inch. Had I not given you permission Daemon then you would have lost two inches.”

“You fucking tricked me, you fucking piece of shit.”

“What’s the matter Daemon are you not happy with your nine inch dick?”

“No this dick is tiny, I want my dick back...now.” Daemon demanded causing me to laugh in his face.

“After the shit you have put me through all through high school you are lucky that I let you keep a dick at all.”

I turned to look at Roger who looked back at me and punched himself in the face.

“Thinking of hitting me were you Rog?” I teased.

“I can’t believe you just took an inch of my dick, after you have already taken all my muscles and height.”

“Believe it you asshole, both of you and all of the other brothers that made mine and our pledge classes life a living hell will know what it feels like to be treated like we are puke.

“Now as I was saying, one of you owes me a body part.” I looked over the crowd Jeff and Lars were grinning ear to ear at the suffering of their former tormentors and of course Lars would probably be happy the rest of his days now that he just gained 8 inches of cock. In contrast Daemon, Roger, and Billy looked completely defeated and saddened.

“What to take hmmm,” Whispered more to myself than anyone special.

“I know, Billy…you have one more thing that you don’t deserve well two more things if you include your money too, but I figure you can start paying me an allowance to make up for being a complete fuck head for the last eight weeks. However, the other things I think I will take are your biceps. Those beauties’s now belong to Jeff, who defended me against you for no other reason than he wanted to.

As soon as I finished making my statement the bathroom tiles echoed as muscle fibbers in Jeff’s already massive arms (thanks to Roger) began to pop and tear.

“Fuck this feels amazing, babe.” And at that Jeff reached over and kissed me smack on the lips.

“I wasn’t prepared for that so I just let it go, but knew that I would spend hours replaying that moment in my head later.

“With each pop and crackle of muscle fibber growing in Jeff’s arms there was an opposite and opposing action happening in the arms of Billy as tears ran down Billy’s face his arms began the slowly leak of size until his arms were no bigger than mine or Lars.

“What do you think of my guns, babe?” Jeff asked. I was going to have to talk to him about where this name of babe had come from, but I had other ideas at the moment.

“Yeah they are beautifully, buddy,” In fact they are so beautiful that Billy and Daemon can’t help but lick and kiss them, and massage and caress them.

Both Daemon and Billy moved over to Jeff who was taken aback by his two very handsy fraternity brothers.

“Hey babe can you make me enjoy this cause it is just kind of creepy.” Jeff asked me now taking full advantage of the fact that he understood how my gift was working.

“Jeff you totally get off on having someone worships your muscles. Each caress and lick of the tongue makes you wild and horny.

“Now Jeff listen closely,” I explained to a now nearly orgasmic Jeff who could barely concentrate because Billy was licking his huge biceps and armpits.

“Jeff you need to make sure you get these guys to the chapter meeting at six pm tonight. In the mean time Lars, Roger, and I are going to go set up the house for tonight’s meeting. I have something very special in mind for a select group of brothers.”

“6pm got it.” Jeff acknowledged as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Lars, Roger and I began to leave the shower, when I turned back toward Jeff.

“Oh and Jeff, if Daemon asks if he can cum, make sure you tell him I said not with my permission.”

 

[hapa585]

So hot. The shower scene! Thanks deanhuge.

 

[sessacock]

Amazing as always ^_^
I like that Roger got left with his big dick, lots of authors reduce everybody to tiny cocked wrecks but I feel like Roger is funnier with a huge cock and a bunch of funny mental traps.

 

[deanhuge]

I have ideas for the next several chapters, however, I welcome your ideas and would like to hear what you all would like to read about or see happen.

 

[LuciferRexMundie]

Hi there.
I love what you've been doing with the story so far so please keep on going there but if you are taking ideas.....
How about punishing someone by giving them too much of a good thing till they hang themselves with all that rope, metaphorically speaking? I love what you've been doing with the big dicked roomate and the slow transfer that he can't help himself with but I'd sooo love to see that sort of thing applied to giving as well as taking. Cock, muscle, belly, whatever, however you want to do it. I just think it would be so hot. Even more props to you if you can make it self correcting but something that they just cant help themselves to get back into somehow. Lol, sorry for being vague and general but I don't want to bias your writing, just give you ideas and possible direction. Your writing styles is excellent and I'm sure that if you do decide to do something in this vein that it will better than anything my crazed hormone addled mind can trace out for you.
Keep up the good work, keep posting and please please please, don't die on us. So many good stories stop before their time and it's soooo sad as a fan to see it keep happening, even when I can understand writing is hard and isn't always as easy as the good ones make it seem like. I can't wait to see where it goes from here!
All the best and keep writing please.
A fan.

 

[sessacock]

I think the sky's the limit to your story, really.
Don't be afraid to mess with the dudes more. I think you could safely leave Roger with his huge dick, for example, and just torture him in other ways (inability to stop jerking off was funny)
ALSO, like Lucifer said, you can mess with dudes other than huge dicked muscle guys. Maybe let Lars' new size go to his head and punish him in some ironic way (can't cum without permission? Make him obsessed with his own ass?)

I was also a big fan of the sheriff scene just because Zach, who has so much power, found himself getting off on being abused by this hot+hung jerk that he couldn't control (for a while anyway)

You're seriously talented tho, so whatever you writr I'm sure we're all going to enjoy

 

[deanhuge]

Lucifer you have read my mind...I hope you like Colin who will be coming up in the next update or the following, I am not sure yet. Colin is definitely going to be given too much of a good thing.

Sessacock - Interesting idea on Lars...I have a plot brewing for him, but maybe you are right, maybe it will go to his head let me think that over.

Oh and other body parts you got it...actually you will get it in spades coming up soon.

 

[sessacock]

Sessacock - Interesting idea on Lars...I have a plot brewing for him, but maybe you are right, maybe it will go to his head let me think that

I dunno, I just figured when you go from the loser of the frat to this scrawny boy with an almost 10 inch cock at the expense of this dickhead. It's possible you'd be a better person with a mighty cock, but I think it's more likely that you'd get an ego.